Can't this canoe be patched up, mended and put in commission ?" "It might be done," Tom answered slowly.
The other five stood regarding him with eager interest.
"But we'd have to get an Indian here to show us how to do it." "Where are the Indians that were here with the show ?" asked Harry Hazelton.
"They went away as soon as the show was attached," Dick answered.
"Probably they're hundreds of miles from here now.

They were only hired out to the show by their white manager, and they've gone to another job.

Besides, they were only show Indians, and probably they've forgotten all they ever knew about canoe-building---if they ever did know anything." "Then I don't see but that we're just as badly off as ever," sighed Greg.

"We're out eighteen dollars and the fine canoe that we expected would provide us with so much fun." "The paddles look all right, anyway," spoke up Harry Hazelton, lifting one out of the canoe and looking it over critically.
"Oh, yes, the paddles are all right, and the river is close at hand," spoke Dave Darrin vengefully.

"All we need is a canoe that will float." "If it were a cedar canoe we might patch it easily enough," Prescott declared.